Chapter 3: Kiss
"And then I said, 'What, he sucked at acting, someone's going to tell him that, right?' but I guess the sister's being all protected over her little bro, and we started arguing for like fifteen minutes. Of course I had my way with them, and they just went away crying and hoping the next line for auditioning for the show I wouldn't be there spying on the potential, NAGI, COULD YOU STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT?"
"Huh?"
I didn't even realize I was actually staring at her the whole time she was speaking. We were at our favorite spot in the school grounds, under a tree, where few students pass by. The shade is good here, and it's easy to rush back to the classroom once break is over. I found this place first, but Rima said she's been hanging around here for like forever. Well, I wouldn't argue with her. At least I was able to make her agree that since I'm her boyfriend now, I should be the one to make her lunch. It's not because she couldn't even open a stove to fix herself a descent meal. Cooking has never been a burden to me, and frankly, my future sights are high. Enter extra scene: Nagi putting food in Rima's mouth, a happily weeded couple.
Anyway, indeed, I was staring at her, and for what reason you may wonder.
"Are you okay?" she asked, tapping the tips of her chopsticks together.
"Yes, yes I am." I said.
"Hm, no your not. What's on your mind?"
"Eh? What do you mean?" I asked, trying to put my usual cool, innocent façade, but the back of my head was already at cold sweat due to her suspicious look.
"You're thinking of something, I know you are, now spit it out." She asked, edging closer to me, and for the first time in my life I'm being driven to the corner by the girl of my dreams.
"Tsk, alright!" I said, putting the clean bento box beside me. "I'll tell you, but before I do, promise me that whatever it is I'm going to say, you're answer will be yes."
The curious look on her face slowly transformed into a sweet smile. No, she wasn't planning on something sinister.
"Nagi, you know I love you, I really do." She said in a tender voice. "Please believe me." She placed a hand on my cheek, and my mind went numb with her warm and gentle touch.
I actually blushed at her words, not out of embarrassment, but out of that sweet butterfly effect she had in my belly. I wanted to roll on the ground and squeal like a fangirl, letting the feeling of being loved by this angel last.
"I-I'm touched, Rima, but," I began, placing a hand over her own that was on my face, "that's not the question I'm wanted to ask."
She shifted her demeanor from a cuddly little princess to a curious yellow rabbit tilting her head and looking all adorable. Yes, my perspective of telling you this is biased, so what? She's my girlfriend, so back-off!
"Hm, if its marriage you want I don't mind saying yes, but you know we have to look at college life too." She said casually, which made my eyes swell.
"Er, nope, that's not it either."
"Need some money?"
I felt an anvil drop on my ego- why would I ask her for money? Anyway, "No..."
"What is it then?"
I felt my eyes turn into dots, my cheeks flare up with un-chartered thoughts and my cool, compose character suddenly become childish; like a little boy wanting something badly but doesn't know how to get it except to look charming and hope the one who can give to him will get swooned.
Rima is just so cute!
"I, um... well.. What I really wanted to ask is..." I started, but just couldn't get the comprehensive words right.
"Hm?" she tilted her head to get a clearer view at my lowered face.
"...can I kiss you?"
She blinked a couple of times before retreating to her usual position and continued to eat her lunch. The coldness of her aura was back, along with the 'no-care' look that even my own enormous vanity is turning into popsicle.
"Um, Rima..." I tried to talk, but she raised her hand at me like an enforcer maneuvering street traffic. It hurt somehow, to be silenced when I have a lot of concerns with me. But it was me who made a request, so I just sat there, like a docile creature, toying with my point fingers and fidgeting with no more than my expectant breaths and skipping heart beat. Even in this anxious state, watching her properly clean her eating area makes me so glad I've fallen for her. Her movement is graceful, her countenance angelic and her eyes so dreamy I could get lost in them at any time of the day.
"Really, if you don't want to, that's fine, you don't have to be so cold about it." I said, trying to put as much resolve in my words as possible.
After seeing her wipe her lips with a napkin, I concluded it was time for us to head back to class. I stood up, stretch out my hands to release some blood tension, and a badly aching heart rush, but before I could pick up my stuff and my princess's utensils, I felt her hand grasp my short.
"What kind of kiss would you like?" she suddenly asked, and this time, I could see her own share of embarrassment on those rosy cheeks of hers.
The question didn't complete its registry in my head; until I sat back down to face her.
"What kind you ask... let's see..."
"Don't go making fun of me, you hear?" she declared, facing far and looking determined yet still embarrassed, "It's my first time kissing someone, and I..." she drifted for a while, then her head, which was only unto the level of my chest, turned to face me with such a soft expression.
"...I really do want it to be you, but... I know, since you've had professional stage performances before, you probably had..."
"Nope," I interrupted, since I got a hunch of where her thoughts were going, "this is my first time too..."
"You're kidding!" she said.
"No I'm not, but if you're not convinced..." I gave her a quick pull, forcing her to sit on my lap. I didn't hear any complaint, nor felt any struggle, but surprised as she was with the sudden attack if you may call it, her face was no where near comfortable.
"...why don't I prove to you I've never kissed anyone before..."
"You know we're really going to make a lot of mess since neither of us had any prior experience with this." She said, shifting into a more cozy position in my arms. I suddenly realized, having such a short girl for my own is really for my own advantage. She fits on me perfectly, you could say.
"Then we'll have to do a lot of practice, don't we?" I said, and as my voice continues her hands suddenly laid on my chest, my own on her waist, the other on her neck, gently pushing her down on me.
"Starting with... this one..."
Our eyes slowly shut, as the chasteness of our lips break with a tender touch. It felt like jelly, so soft and tasted so sweet. We both relished the moment, but also felt like parting at once.
We stared at each other for quite some time, then I licked my lips and she traced her own with a finger making her look so... darn it. After sharing a smile, we dived back again and this time, the kiss had our lips clasped together. At first, it was rather awkward, but her giggle beneath the moment made it more romantic... at least for me.
Then, as if our lips have melted from the heat of the engagement, the kiss became more solid yet also more luscious, like a trinket gaining lubrication; our heads tilting from one direction to the next, trying to match the motion of the other. In my mind suddenly came an image of clown drop and beat jumper dancing, swaying in a melody of unrestricted passion.
By the time we realized the energy we were consuming, we've already lost so much oxygen. We parted again, this time gasping for air, and our lips red as ripened cherry. I looked at her, and realized never have I seen her look so lovable; with her head slightly bowed bearing a small smile with her parted, breathing lips and her cheeks still blushing.
"Can I... still..." I began, still taking some air, "...hold you... on that request?"
"Huh?"
"You know, the kind of kiss I want." I said, winking at her.
"Wasn't that... just a minute ago... enough?" she asked, looking somewhat annoyed. Lucky for me, the traces of embarrassment betrayed her seeming conviction with the word 'enough', and as I pulled her closer, putting our foreheads together, I grinned at her widely and snuggled my nose on hers.
"Was it?" I asked. she blinked at me, but without the capacity to deny herself, I knew she would give her consent.
"Hmp, fine, what's your request." She said
"Well, I've always find it interesting when a trail of drool is left between the lips of the boy and the girl." I said in a candid manner.
"Eh?" she gave me an expression saying she clearly didn't understand.
"You know, like when you take a bite of a newly baked pizza, then a strand of cheese dangles from your mouth." I said.
"I see... you seriously like that?"
"Hmm... not really. Well, not yet since I haven't tried it. So, shall we?"
"Okay... I guess..."
At first, it felt like we just pick up where we left off, which was also good, since now it feels like our lips were meant to be kissing like this. But as we progress on moving here and there, and as she has clung on to my neck with both arms, and as my hands began running mindlessly on her legs, things got a little too heated up for me. Before I knew it, my tongue seemed to have taken a life of its own, and began entering her mouth.
She must've been surprised, for she muffled some monosyllable, which I didn't bother entertaining, because right now, I'm dominating her. Until I felt her own flesh, battling my invading tongue, wanting to taste for herself what I was savoring inside her mouth. I never expected it to be like this, nor did I mind, and I hope this unusual aggression on her part is an indication of her own share of fulfillment. Her taste... the sauce I made had left traces in the crevices of her mouth, and it made me happy that she should want that kind of flavor to linger.
The unexpected soft moans from her made me want to devour her more, and indeed it felt like I was really eating her up. The sudden wetness of the kiss, we've been using much saliva, and the heat of our lips being pacified by our drool was serving as fuel for the engine. We just went faster, wilder, my hair getting messier, the back of her uniform getting more ruffled up.
I didn't know why, or how, but at some point we began slowing down. Even so, our tongues were still live in action, even as we parted. The sensation of open air on tensed oral muscles was thrilling. Slowly the distance between our faces increased, and as it did, I noticed without looking the trail of drool formed between our tongues, and there's an added bonus; a completely flustered, panting princess with her tongue still sticking out, an obviously satisfied smile, a considerable amount of saliva traveling on the side of her lips.
It occurred to me the kind of mess we've made of ourselves; I too had drool all over the lower half of my face.
"Whoa..." she softly remarked between happy struggles of air. I couldn't put in any other way.
After licking away excess drool on my face, I licked the one on her face, and gave my own comment while leaning my head on her again, "Yeah... whoa... that was... I mean... whoa..."
She giggled at my lost for words. This girl... I'm so in love with her...
"Like it?" she asked.
"Love it," I said, "But I love you more..." after adding I stole another quick kiss and pulled her into an embrace which she greeted with her usual snuggling.
"I love you too."
The bell rang, making us both look at the building adjacent to us. A few seconds, then we went back into staring at each other.
"There's the bell." I said.
I never knew Rima could make such a rare, mischievous smirk, one that doesn't only make her look naughty and cute, but also outright bad and alluring.
"Yeah, whatever."
She said, placing both hands on my face. The next thing I knew I was being pinned down by a petit girl who suddenly had dessert cravings.
Thus follows a few more minutes of practice.
End of chapter 3